Run That Back

A boisterous night, thick like the overheated air after a party, where it no longer matters who is friends with whom, who is in love with whom, and who took the last ice from the bar. Everything dissolves in the bass - and a little in the alcohol. Your pulse adjusts to the rhythm, and your thoughts melt like plastic in the sun. Everyone pretends they don't care - and maybe, for the first time, it's true.

Pink glasses, crumpled plans for Monday, and a speaker by the window that's too loud - this is what makes up a small eternity, when “just a little longer” lasts until dawn. The world is noisy, overheated, laughing - and who cares who will clean up all this chaos later. Right now, there is heat, music, and the feeling that you can be nothing but light in the darkness.